In another clump of bushes not a hundred yards from where Tim crouched spying on Vera and Dana, two small figures could be seen under the moon. Claire and Lynda had crept away from the dorm cabin in search of a little privacy. And the proof that they had found it was the fact that Lynda was sitting with her skirt hiked up over her long black legs, letting Claire look underneath. Ever since Claire had stood guard while Dana and Lynda had made love on the grass, the young brunette had wanted to have her turn with Lynda.
"Oh, wow, Lynda, you have a sweet pussy," she said, peering inside the black girl's panties. "No wonder Dana got so hot from sucking on it that time."
But their privacy had been interrupted by a strange sound. Both girls heard it at the same time and Lynda quickly yanked her panties up and her skirt down over her naked thighs. Claire looked up from between Lynda's legs to see where the sound came from. When they finally discovered Tim sitting in the bushes masturbating himself, it was all they could do to hold in their laughter. They sneaked closer to they could see him better.
In their new spot, Lynda kept her eyes riveted on the man's hand as he ran it up and down his penis. When Claire pulled the girl's panties down again and started stroking the tops of her thighs, the black teenager didn't even look at her.
"What's wrong, Lynda?" asked Claire. "Don't you groove on what I want to do to you anymore?"
"Sure I do. I just want to watch Tim frig himself while you do it, that's all. That way I get even more fun out of it," she replied.
"Oh, okay," said Claire, her interest in Lynda's groin renewed. "Go ahead then. I may check on him once in a while myself, but the main thing I'm interested in right now is your pussy."
Claire smiled to herself. She knew she could have added that she had already seen Tim's penis up close before – very close. But she chose not to reveal to her girl friend that she had gone to Vera's cabin during the nature walk and seduced the man into making love to her.
"Ummm, that's a whopper, isn't it?" said Lynda, observing the length of Tim's penis. "Wonder what it would feel like to have something like that up your twat?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure if you had that thing up your pussy you wouldn't have any cherry left when it came back out. Every girl in this camp seems to have fucking on her mind, you know it? Sally asked me that very same question just yesterday: what it would feel like to have a man's thing up her pussy," commented Claire.
"Sally? You mean that little Oriental girl? Heck, she's just nine years old. How come she's thinking about stuff like that?" asked Lynda, surprised.
Claire had pulled down Lynda's panties again and was slowly making headway through the kinky black curls between her thighs. She continued to toy with it as she spoke.
"I know she's only nine. She may not have any titties yet, but she sure is interested in sex. I'm pretty sure she plays with herself a lot. Every time I walk past her cubicle, she jerks the cover up around her neck and lies still as a mouse until I pass," replied Claire.
Lynda was still watching Tim masturbate, but she was very much enjoying the presence of Claire's hand between her legs as they kept conversing.
"Titties? Heck, Sally doesn't even have a hair on her pussy yet. I've seen her in the showers and she's as bald there as a grapefruit. I think you're right about her playing with herself though. I've heard some little noises come from her cubicle at night that sure did sound like a girl frigging herself. But so what? I played with myself when I was even younger than that. Didn't you? I won't believe you if you say you didn't."
"Yeah, I did too," responded Claire, her fingers stroking Lynda's vulva. "A girl doesn't have to have hair on her pussy or a pair of titties on her chest to get hot, that's for sure. But I think I was older than nine before I thought of having a boy fuck me."
"Wow, look at him now. He's really going to town on it!" said Lynda.
Claire looked away from Lynda's half-naked lap for a minute and directed her attention to where Tim was. "Yeah, he is," she said. "He must be going to shoot off any second. Wonder what's going on in that cabin to get him so hot from watching it?" She wormed her finger past Lynda's I curly hairs and inserted it in between the now moist folds at the center. As Lynda continued watching Tim's movements and talking to the other girl, she gave her thighs a slight squeeze to show she was enjoying Claire's attentions.
"Oh, he's probably watching Miss Kressler take off her clothes or something," replied Lynda.
"Yeah, and she might even have somebody in the cabin with her. Some guy might be in there throwing her a hunk of meat, you know it?" suggested Claire.
"No, there's no other guys around here besides Tim. She's probably just naked and he's digging on her body," said Lynda.
"Yeah," replied Claire. "Either that or she's maybe playing with some other girl! Ha ha maybe she likes to fool around with girls just like you and Jane and I do!"
Claire had meant the comment as a joke, but Lynda knew how true it really was. She well remembered how she had let the blonde troop leader seduce her just a few days before. But she had promised not to tell. So just as Claire had withheld information about her activities with Tim, so Lynda refrained from talking about what had gone on between Vera and herself.
"Hey, you're really getting wet down there," said Claire, turning the conversation back to what they were doing.
"I know," answered Lynda, "I can feel the juice sloshing around inside. You've been teasing me long enough. Why don't you go ahead and stick your fingers in deeper?"
"Sure, love," answered Claire. "Why didn't you say so earlier? Your pussy feels so nice and hot all over that I'd frig it all day. I didn't realize you were getting so hot and you needed more action. How's this feel?"
"Ummmm… yeah! Oh, that's fine," said Lynda.
"Then let me get some titty to go with it and really make you feel good," proposed Claire, stretching her free hand toward Lynda's blouse and searching for the buttons in the dark.
"You know where they are, love," said Lynda. "Stick your hands in there and feel them up good. I love to have somebody play with my titties."
Claire reached inside after unbuttoning the front of Lynda's blouse and quickly enclosed one of her breasts in her hand. As soon as she touched the black girl's breasts, Lynda gave a little sigh of joy. She moved her torso forward and rubbed herself into closer contact with Claire. She looked back across the woods to Tim and saw that he had risen on his haunches and was jerking his hand up and down his penis with amazing speed.
"Look at him go now!" Lynda said to Claire.
"Man, he's going to be shooting of mighty quick if he keeps that up," the brunette teenager agreed. She made the circles she was making inside Lynda's vulva wider and wider, gradually touching the black girl's clitoris with each rotation. She had her eyes on Tim as Lynda did, but it was highly exciting, to be manipulating her friend's wet organs while seeing the man masturbate himself only a short distance away.
"There he goes!" cried Lynda.
Claire saw that she was right. As they looked on, Tim suddenly rose to his feet and grabbed the trunk of a small sapling. He thrust his hips forward spasmodically and spewed his thick white emission a few feet away. The groans, making all during the performance were so loud that the girls would have certainly heard him even they hadn't been already aware of his presence.
"Wow, he shot off like a firecracker!" cried Claire. Then she turned her attention back to Lynda. The girl was now moving her buttocks around on the ground and breathing very hard. She was straining forward to get every bit of contact possible.
"You're about to come off, too, aren't you? Seeing him get his rocks off really got you going, didn't it?" she observed.
"Ungh," groaned Lynda, "yeah… yeah, I'm getting there fast. Oh, wow, keep frigging me, keep on giving me that good finger. I'm hot as heck oooh."